SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS 精彩片段：
The Poet And The Bird
The Poet And The Bird
Said a people to a poet--- Go out from among us straightway!
While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine.
Theres a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways
Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!
The poet went out weeping---the nightingale ceased chanting;
Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?
I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting,
Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.
The poet went out weeping,---and died abroad, bereft there---
The bird flew to his grave and died, amid a thousand wails:---
And, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there
Was only of the poets song, and not the nightingales.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning